It is almost a daily occurrence for her to pillage through her bin o' sequins and come downstairs decked out from head to toe. Her brothers now follow suit--at times with high heels and tiaras worn proud. They set up the playroom with chairs and lights--I have said "no" to the fog machine--and invite all willing participants to be their audience. And yes we have it videotaped for future enjoyment.
Watching is both absolutely precious with a hint of painful as she expresses herself through dance--oh dear, did I teach her that move?! Her brother imitates her every gyration--facial expressions and all--while the audience cheers for more. Priceless.
I just didn't want to forget.